The Dreams That Keep Me Awake

The nights were becoming unbearable. Either I couldn’t sleep at all or I managed only a couple of hours at a time. Then the dreams started.

I’d wake up sweating, horny and frustrated, wondering where on earth these dreams were coming from.

But what exactly was I dreaming about?

I’d set up my own sex room. The lighting was low and soft, the walls painted a deep, dark red, creating an atmosphere that was both inviting and a little intimidating.

One wall was covered with an assortment of black lingerie: sexy bustiers, bras and knickers in all shapes and styles. Everything was lace. No leather. Beneath them sat a collection of shoes, ranging from elegant stilettos to thigh-high boots.

Against another wall stood a St Andrew’s cross, with restraints fixed securely to the wall nearby.

There was also a massage table, with a table beside it holding an assortment of toys and equipment. Vibrators, blindfolds, hoods, butt plugs, lubricants, whips, canes, cages and rings. Pretty much everything I could possibly need.

Perfect!

And there I was, standing tall in my red heels, wearing a black and red lace mask and a black lace crotchless bodysuit.

Despite the confidence my outfit was supposed to portray, my nerves were getting the better of me. I was waiting for my first client, and all sorts of thoughts were running through my head.

Would I be able to satisfy them? Would I know what I was doing? Would I actually be any good at this?

Then came a knock at the door.

I opened it and welcomed Rex inside.

We’d spoken beforehand, so I already had an idea of what he was looking for. Rex was a medical examiner, a job that came with an enormous amount of stress. He wanted somewhere he could switch off, surrender control and let someone else take charge for a while.

He also had a particular kink. He wanted to be restrained and have his balls beaten.

Well, nothing like starting at the difficult end of the spectrum with your very first client!

I positioned Rex against the St Andrew’s cross and secured him using soft black rope. I made sure the restraints were firm enough to hold him comfortably without compromising his circulation. I also showed him how to release the restraint on his left side quickly if an emergency arose.

Once he was comfortable, I placed a hood over his head, leaving an opening for his mouth.

I wasn’t about to jump straight into anything extreme. I wanted to build things up gradually, giving him time to settle into the experience.

With some soft music playing in the background, I picked up my smallest crop. Gently running its tip over his body, I could see him responding to the anticipation. His body began to quiver, and his excitement was becoming increasingly obvious.

A gentle tap was enough to make his nipples stand erect.

I could feel my own confidence growing. His reactions were reassuring me that perhaps I wasn’t quite as out of my depth as I’d initially thought.

I gradually increased the intensity, and his soft sounds of pleasure encouraged me to continue.

Next came the cane.

Working from behind, I delivered a few controlled strikes, leaving faint red marks across his back and bottom. Afterwards, I gently rubbed the area, easing the sting and feeling the warmth of his firm, tanned skin beneath my hands.

I could feel myself becoming more comfortable in my role.

I then prepared a plug, carefully inserting it and noticing the pleasure in both his sounds and reactions.

Moving around to the front, I secured a length of rope around his cock, leaving the ends in his hands so he could control the tension himself while I continued.

I noticed a little precum and collected some on my finger before offering it to him. He eagerly licked it away, savouring the taste.

Next, I lit a candle and slowly dripped warm wax over his cock and balls.

His moans grew louder, and he began begging for what he’d been waiting for.

“Do it now,” Rex pleaded.

I picked up my paddle and delivered the first strike.

“Harder!” he demanded.

With each strike, he repeated the same word, encouraging me to go further. His reactions were giving me the confidence I needed to continue.

I reached for my strongest, most flexible cane and delivered a firm strike.

A sudden wail escaped Rex’s mouth, startling the absolute crap out of me. For a split second, I wondered whether I’d gone too far.

Then I saw his reaction, and his orgasm followed.

I could see his body beginning to relax. The tension had disappeared, and I knew it was time to change gears.

Aftercare.

I gently ran my hands over his body, releasing the restraints as I went. Once he was free, I helped him over to the massage table and settled him comfortably on his back before turning towards him.

I loosened my bodysuit, allowing my breasts to be free, and Rex nestled against me. He suckled gently, finding comfort in the closeness and reassurance of being cared for.

There was no rush. No expectations. Just a connection.

All I needed to do was be there for him, gently stroking his hair and body, making sure he was comfortable and feeling safe. I continued until he was ready to move on.

When he was finished, I removed the plug and mask and gave him a gentle oil massage.

The difference was remarkable. The stressed, overworked man who had walked through my door had become someone completely relaxed, content and happy.

And there I was, feeling surprisingly good about the whole experience.

I didn’t necessarily understand his particular kink, and perhaps I didn’t need to. What mattered was that I’d listened, respected what he wanted and helped him find the release he’d been looking for.

I’d also discovered something about myself.

The nervous woman who had been questioning whether she could do this had somehow found her confidence along the way.

A short time later, I woke from my dream.

I lay there thinking about everything that had happened, wondering why my mind had taken me on such an unexpected journey.

Was this something I genuinely wanted to explore? Was there a part of me that wanted to step into this world, or was the excitement simply in the fantasy?

Would I enjoy being the woman in control, creating an experience for someone else and discovering just how far my own confidence could take me?

Or was it enough to keep it all tucked away in my dreams?

Only time will tell.